I went through a dark period in my life where depression knocked me right off my feet. I ended up being hospitalized at a mental health facility for 9 days. I got discharged and was doing better, but I kept falling into the pit of depression and going back to the hospital. Throughout this process I was using not only self injury but food as a coping skill to deal with my unhelpful thoughts and feelings. I gained a lot of weight in the past year. Starting last summer I began to completely hate my body. I would have panic attacks if I looked in the mirror too long because I couldn’t stand the skin I was in. Never in a million years would I have dreamed of submitting a photo like this. But I have found blogs like this and I am working as hard as I can to love myself, and it is paying off. I can now proudly say that I love my belly, my stretch marks, my thighs, my lack of collarbones, my arms, my scars, and everything in between. This is my body, and I am not ashamed. ♥ http://s-ecular.tumblr.com
“Exactly two years ago, I sat apprehensively in the reception area of the public health clinic in San Francisco’s Castro neighborhood, waiting for my name to be called. If all went according to plan, I would leave that evening with my first prescriptions for estradiol and spironolactone — day 1 on hormones. I had just come from work, and because only a handful of my colleagues knew about my transition, I was still presenting as a boy (albeit an androgynous one wearing gold eye shadow). I remember looking around the room at the other trans girls sitting nearby. I couldn’t wait to be just like them — to have people see me as my true gender and to finally start feeling comfortable in my body.”
…READ THE REST. DO IT.
Yahoo posted an article about the fixation on thigh gaps leading to/encouraging anorexia and other eating disorders today. It barely scrapes the surface of body image issues, but it’s a start.
“St. Fatty 2x4 Purifies the Holy Kingdom”
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Relief on muslin with gold leaf, dye
No. This is not satire. Thin privilege is writing about these kids who have been through so much pain, suffering, and terror that is probably still so fresh in their memory as if they were research subjects.
I’m a (thin) journalist. This entire story is about how they had to stay home because THEIR WORLD WAS ERUPTING AND FLOODING AND BEING WRECKED and now they gained weight. Like, fuck you journalism. This is the worst slant on the worst lead on the worst story of all time.
I am fat.
And for the first time in my young life…
I am okay with that.
As I write this, I am sitting in my size 20 dark-wash skinny jeans.
You read that right. Skinny jeans — that somehow miraculously hug my butt, hips, thighs, and calves without making my stomach protrude unnaturally. Skinny jeans that make me look, well, really good.
On top of these magical jeans, I am wearing a size XL faded teal 3-quarter-sleeve fitted shirt with buttons halfway down the front, mostly unbuttoned so I feel neither choked nor awkward. It hangs just at my hips, which is remarkable considering my tall torso.
I am happy with how I look, even though I still have bulges I’d rather not have.
But it most certainly has not always been the case.
Read more about the body I have on Crooked Neighbor, Crooked Heart.
Relevant to the discussion of fat-shaming doctors, this is a list of doctors worldwide who cater to fat-bodied individuals. Many of the doctors on this list offer things such as larger blood pressure cuffs, bigger hospital gowns, and don’t blame every medical problem a patient comes in with.
It’s not by any means a full list, nor does it cover every area, so if you have a fat-friendly doctor who’s not on the list, get in contact with the site to get them added!
This is an excellent resources so I thought it would be of help to those who face stigma from their current medical professionals :)
During an interview with the Australian Sun-Herald, Christina Hendricks refused to answer a question about being an “inspiration to full-figured women.”
Off camera, Christina replied, “I think calling me full-figured is just rude.”
I FIND IT RUDE THAT MISS HENDRICKS IS OFFENDED.
Seriously though, what the fuck is rude about being called full-figured? She’s obviously not fat but I’d say full-figured is an accurate term, I mean the girl is totes filled out, so why not own it? Damn.
I can actually completely relate to this.
Right as I had begun to fully accept myself and love my body and become a totally confident, awesome babe, I began losing weight. Because of reasons that I really don’t like to talk about because they are personal and it’s a long story and BLARGH. But yes. This has also happened to me.
Just when I got comfortable with self identifying as a beautiful fat lady, my body decided to lose some weight and now, I can’t claim that identity anymore. And it super sucks. And right now I am kind of in the middle of a massive identity crisis where I just don’t know how to identify.
Furthermore, right as this was happening, I finally was starting to go out on dates. Now, I don’t know (because I’m not about to go back and interview these guys) if these guys were interested in me because I was so confident, because I wasn’t afraid to put myself out there, or because of my new, more slender body. And it freaks me out not knowing.
I have a boyfriend now. He’s being really amazing about all of this as I go through it all and try to figure everything out. He’s super skinny, which comes with it’s own set of baggage, and we’re helping each other out a lot. Last night he sent me this. I don’t think he realized how much of an impact it would make on me, how it would make me cry and eventually decide that maybe I didn’t need to label my body. That it is mine and I should love it just as much as someone else does and I shouldn’t get caught up in this one aspect of my identity.
So maybe one day I will revisit that aspect of my identity. But for right now, I’ve decided that I need to love my new body just as much as my old one, and not read too much into things. After all it isn’t it’s fault.